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I'm Not Going To Let Fear Drive My Performance
What will still me as much as courage?
Amid a welter of conflicting images,
is brought the wreck of rumor and innuendo.
I'll plan my future,
won't listen to provocations,
won't perform in this Gothic-styled tragedy,
for beyond this curtain, my own stage calls me.
Some believe lies give strength,
enjoy a fear compounded,
but, there's pain in false memory,
an uncomfortable, unreal quality.
In the chill of others' darkness,
I'll let love and truth
warm my road,
under a blue sky lit,
bright and reflective,
and forge myself
as a new coin agleam.
The strength of truth
is its inevitable unmasking.
This poem has had its say.
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